in my cd player... Geoff Farina Reverse Eclipse   on the page... Nick Hornby "Nipple Jesus" ...so incredibly brilliant...   into... tuna fish; neglecting to have my car inspected; the sweetest strawberries; my amazing Aunt Ruth   now there's a tip... When my nearly seventeen-year-old niece, Allison, asked the older couple sitting in her section at Pizza Hut if she could bring them anything else, they politely told her that they thought it was "so nice and refreshing to see a young waitress who isn't a whore."   My sentiments exactly.   indicators... You know that deep down you're truly happy when you run into the mother of your first major crush, the crush by which all other crushes will ever be measured, and when she tells you that he just got married, you're genuinely happy for the two of them and you don't stop for an instant to contemplate your loss.   tested... Last Friday I called Todd and asked him if he would stay on the phone to test how far I could walk away from the base before it disconnected us. And I actually made it into Starbucks and up to the counter to order my grande skim latte before we were separated.   At least it was much further than the Todd-predicted 52 steps.   resume redo... LA Michael actually has the words "boy band" on his resume. Now that is an accomplishment. I should have suggested that one to Howard when he asked me to critique his this weekend.   sweet reminders... Some of the sweetest little reminders of why people read whirlygirl have been popping up in my mailbox lately. Fabulous flattery that will get them everywhere.